Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.